Plot: Hugo is happy, sort of. He is finally retired from soldiering, having acquitted himself well enough to be given a title and land. He has a little farm where he can give life instead of take it, and he wants absolutely nothing to disturb his hard, hard earned inner peace. Sure, he needs a wife, but he can probably just shout “I’m a rich, titled gentleman” anywhere at all and a suitable candidate will fall into his arms. Incidentally, Gwen is also happy. She […]
“She wondered why she bothered to try to sooth ruffled feathers that never stayed smooth for long”
The Proposal by Mary Balogh





